Down the lane away from the river,
The council’s flats and the shouts,
The children don’t know to speak,
In a low voice, as their screams and screech,
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Beautiful write. I like the words... Once In a while the loud whistles from the pressure cooker soul, Pierce the ears of the people, who dwell in comfort, Congratulations on completing 1000 poems! Though I have read few of your poems, I liked them.
aimless life is really a good life though we do not admit materially, good write.
Picking up the peanuts from the political landlords Life in ghettos is described with clarity and power of words. Nice poem. Thank you.